Too Beguiling to Discern

I bequeath this heart to science,
for I know not how it works,
so led astray by feminine wiles,
so profoundly trodden into dirt,
one would think some present mind
would allay my fears and somehow be kind,
but women do cast spells on me,
without consent, without reprieve,
and I so moo eyed vacant stare,
impaled by love and unaware
of what will surely, contiguously ensue.
Tis a wonder this heart, a carbon crust,
no flesh left to concern,
for all the times I’ve been burned,
yet still it yearns,
and so am I a love drunk,
a heart-aholic so maudlin,
I cannot pass another drink,
another sip of bliss,
without the clear and present danger
of a single kiss to take me down,
find me back in a love forlorn hangover.
I bequeath this brain to science,
for I know not how it works,
love lost and a feared of anything that moves,
confusion I’ve perused,
and nothing drives my sentient mind
more than love;
woe is me I’m lost, bliss at such a cost,
and I too old to run fast enough,
my heart surely won’t last enough
to linger, in the bliss that I so yearn,
love just too beguiling to discern.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Ohhh – you poor forlorn man, so vulnerable to love and too old to run from any more temptations. LOL My heart goes out to you. Tony, I enjoyed reading this light-hearted, yet sad in a way, piece. Very well expressed.
Yes it was supposed to be a joke, or at least satirical. Glad you enjoyed it. Cheers!
Oh Tony, this is so emotive though I had to smile when I read about your thoughts of giving your heart and brain to science..I studied science for many years , yet I have never come across something that explains it all..Thank you so much for sharing this and have a lovely day!
Much appreciated Anjana, and enjoy your day as well my friend.